Welcome to The Pit.

[Drogh]

There's a hellish city in the vast underworld of Coruscant, deep below the metallic crust is a underbelly of nightmares and hell. Not many know of it's existence and fewer go down there, but those who do speak of horrors untold. Children with missing limbs consuming the flesh of fallen corpses that litter the body like rubbish on the sidewalk. Screams that sound some deformed band yelling. How screams echo thought the city, becoming some sort of national anthem of this place, the constant unknown, unrelenting screams. Bodies are hang up all around the city, perhaps on great spikes where they impaled, perhaps on the ruined skyscrapers, bounden repair, or on houses for little more then decoration. Blood is the water here, how it sinks in to any crack overflowing the streets, how the different races have their blood mix in together, such a melting pot of pain, it is of course a very diverse place. Twi'leks tails cut off, Rodians skulls, Human teeth, you can find all these and more simply laying on streets, or being worn as a war trophy by the countless mad berserkers that crawl around these streets. The place is shattered, old and ruined, no great skyscrapers, not even nightclubs and any bar is often burnt to the ground, any shop is often raided and most houses have been robbed. There is no law or order here, just creatures bent and broken that defend what is theirs, desperately trying to survive every day, to see one more day of this urban hell for some sad reason. The sun does not shine here, flowers do not blossom here, instead great pillars of Yorik Coral pierce into the black sky. How Yuuzhan Vong raid around these places, at a never ending war with the local warlords, the only uniting force here is the universal hate for the Yuuzhan Vong, they hate them slightly more then they hate each other.

If you take a look, you see people aren't quite the same. Humans are pale and frail, the Twi'leks have lost their beauty, some Rodians look almost grey, and the countless other species suffer from one mutation, deformity or both, this place ruins the mind as much as it ruins the body. You might feel that, how this place brings you down, how toxins break into your lungs, burning them slowly with a toxic acid that can be tasted in the air. The air is heavy, the noise is loud, the people aren't friendly, so why the kark are you here?

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[Natalie LaForte]

Bullying locals was childs-play really for Serenity, but that's why she loved it so much. You could get away with anything under here and nobody would stop you; but you have to draw a line somewhere. She doesn't just bully people she always has a reason behind it, whether it be they don't like her or she needed some money. She had grew a certain amount of respect among the Yuuzhan Vong, even forming a makeshift gang with some of her 'friends' They were nothing special, about 5 or so who just went around doing general, well, bad stuff. She wasn't personally inclined to hurting people, but crowd mentality is a sin and as with all sins, they're tempting, and this one had gotten the better of her.

While her rag-tag gang strutted their way from the polluted and corrupted underground, a smile overturned her as she approached one of her more 'frequent' customers. She had been nick-named 'egg' by her companions due to the woman's round like figure. As the group approached her, she cowered in fear away from them, afraid to miss another payment in exchange for protection, and the last one was running out.

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[Herr Vanderhing]

Herr Vanderhing limped through the pit leaning heavily on his cane, surrounded by assorted thugs to his sides and behind him. Shoved in his mouth a lit cigar. He looked to his left, then to his right, and gave a grimace

"Look at all this!!!" He snarled with the cigar making him somewhat hard to understand "No order, no structure, just chaos!!!" He continued on pointing his cane around him. He took a deep sniff inwards "Mmmmmmm..... I smell opportunity, no businesses, no rivals....... I could be the one to build up this hellhole!!!"

"B-but boss...... There's a reason their ain't no stores 'ere...... They get demolished by the locals" One of his thugs spoke up

"That's because no one else has a droid army and bodyguards" Vanderhing's advisor Genf Orkay said finally, being so silent and unnoticeable until then that he almost seemed invisible

"Precisely Genf!!!....... I'm a builder... It is what I do!!! I could seize power for myself!!" Vanderhing cut in with a grin

"I doubt it'll be worth it sir, I don't think these people have very much money...." Orkay coldly stated

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[Drogh]

Drogh had come here, the dark side was pulling on him like some leash around his neck, pulling towards this forsaken and almost forgotten city. A living nightmare would not do this city justice, there were hardly any words in any langue to describe the horrors of this place, but perhaps for lack of a better word, this place was "hell". The crumbling ancient buildings, the broken streets, the people that lived here half starved and insane. Drogh was doing what Drogh did, hide. He had taught him self that the alleyways were the safest part of the city for folk like him, but this isn't like the underworld. The alleyways are filled with horrors as soon as one person hides there, another that was hiding before kills that person. People know the tricks here, they can smell you out like animals and lash out in the dark. A twisted blood-lust is all that fuels these monsters, Drogh thought.


He had seen their behavior, like animals they went around feasting on corpses, or living bodies that were too wounded to fight back. Blaster shots would flare up when fights broke out, but that wasn't always the case in fact, it would be far more likely for a bloody and savage melee to break out among the locals. These were not martial arts, showing elegant skill with the viroblade in fact few weapons of the sort seemed to appear. It was rather what ever people could get their hands on, metal pipes, rock, metal rods all sorts of horrors. Wood with sharp nails in it, even a mace with rock and some string can make a deadly weapon down here. Drogh remember seeing a Wookie, his skin was a blackish-grey. Some of it's fur had been violently torn out, one of it's eyes was missing but it's savagery was unmatched. Most Wookies are known to tear arms off, this one was slightly more, 'effective', tearing entire bodies apart. Even for Drogh, a person who had tried to drown his emotions in emptiness slowly began to feel sick.

The toxins in the air, the bloodshed and murder, the darkside was strong here, not in a form of elegance or knowledge but rather in it's purest form, chaos.
People would go to planets were the ancient Sith people once lay, wishing to gain some secret knowledge or some special darkside "power" or artifact, but the truth was far more simple. It was here, places like the Pit were the real places of darkside, this was the true embodiment of it, were only the strongest survive, where helping others is suicidal and fighting for your self is mandatory, a place of constant war and bloodshed, this is the Sith's goal, but it appeared with out their influence. The beauty of this place was ironic as it had appeared right under the Galatic Alliences nose, but in all truth this old capital isn't taken too seriously anymore.


Drogh had snapped out of his deep thoughts, these were clogging his mind up more and more recently, he could not help but dwell on these questions. Drogh watched from a distance, hiding in the darkest alleyway he could find, where he felt save, but in truth Drogh wanted to cry, he felt sad, some sense of grief he hadn't felt since his family had died. He wanted it to go away but it just wouldn't, so as he waited there in the darkness, wishing that he could wish away his emotions, a loud CLANK was heard bashing over his head, a strike of fear and pain rushed though his body, surging thought him like a venom. What had hit him? Where did it come from? Who did it? These questions went thought his head, went he span around to see a human, or what ever parody of a human it was supposed to be. It had seemed he was waiting in the darkness along side Drogh, this had rarely happened to Drogh, he was the master of the streets, but not here the rules were different here. He had a skeleton like body, wearing no shirt and bits of random cloth to make some makeshift trousers. Before he could figure out what he was going to do next, another skull smashing wack hit Drogh, sending him down once again, he could taste his blood in his mouth and his head hurt more then ever. His vision had become blurred, but he was conscience and instead of fear, anger took him over, the darkside screamed at him, telling him to "kill it.", Drogh no longer following what his brain was telling him, reached out his hand and sent a burst of energy out from it, sending the man flying out in the opposite direction. Drogh got up, his balance was uneasy but he could feel some outside force giving him strength, he walked slowly towards the man, despite being thrown across with a mere movement of the hand, the starved bandit seemed as determined to kill Drogh as before. Drogh reached out with the hands as the man charged out, wrestling with the metal rod, Drogh punched the man down, before finally cracking his skull open with the metal rod. Drogh knew it wasn't safe here and dashed away being as fast as he could.

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